[Sapphie reënters the room and stands watching Granny in terror, Granny closes all the doors to the room, then going to the red-covered chest on the right and opening it she drags forth several coils of blackened iron chain which she casts upon the table. She sprinkles a few of her handful of herbs on the fire in the brazier. A dense smoke arises.]
Sapphie
[With a scream.] Don’t! Oh, don’t conjuh me.
Pearl
[Scornfully.] Don’t fuss, Sapphie, she won’t do no harm. What the chains for, Granny?
Granny
Dem’s de chains w’ut bine Sam w’en dey tuk’n bu’n ’im.
Pearl
What you worry yourself by gittin’ um out for?